The Golden Snitch
5: (object) present wrapped in red and gold
AJ, Kasai; Mahoutokoro.
Advent Calendar Event
Word count: 359
Draco loved Christmas at the Manor, it was always something he could look forward to. Because at Christmas he could spend time with his mother, decorating the tree, or baking cookies, and he wouldn't get judged for it. But what was by far his favorite part of Christmas was wrapping the presents with his mother. They would sit beneath the tree for hours, wrapping the presents in red paper and gold ribbons. It was always by hand, like his mother insisted it would always be, perhaps because it showed more care was put into the presents.
He'd shake their boxes sometimes, to see if he could tell what was underneath the brightly colored paper. It was wonderful, calm, perfect. And the best part of it all was that his father was actually proud of him for it. Lucius' eyes lighting up when he would see his son and wife sitting underneath the tree, laughing and wrapping the presents carefully. A smile slipping onto his face in the morning when he'd get his first present, usually handed to him by Draco. It was tradition, and everyone loved it. Well, they used to anyway, before everything. Before the war, before Voldemort, before death and anguish and fear. Perhaps, Draco mused, they should bring back their traditions, enlist a little bit more cheer into their lives.
He was currently sat in a chair, pushed up against a little table - the chair opposite to him was empty, not that he would have been able to see whomever was sitting there - no the present in front of him was too large for that. It was a square present, wrapped in red wrapping paper and a gold ribbon. Just like the old times, when things actually resembled an alright life. A buzzer sounded, and in walked a raggedy looking Lucius Malfoy, Draco's face paling at the harrowing sight. Azkaban really was taking its toll on the man. His father's eyes scanned the room, before landing sharply on Draco, eyes softening at the corners when he saw the present. All the blonde boy could do was offer a smile.
Perhaps this was a tradition worth keeping.